I was at a party at a friend's house in East Nashville, and I walked into the bathroom,

and I saw a two-year-old splashing around in a toilet.

It was completely drenched.

And when he saw me walk in, he stood up and put his arms out and walked towards me like he wanted to hug.

I took about five steps backwards, looked him right in the eye, and said, not today,

little shitwater.

Not today.

Music Hi, friends, this is Otis Gibbs, and you're listening to Thanks for Giving a Dam.

I'm sitting in my hotel room in a vest of Sweden.

I slept last night with the window open, and I woke up with a sparrow sitting on the edge of my bed.

It's a pretty damn good way to wake up.

This is a personal journal.

It's an audio experiment.

I should say up front that I haven't the slightest idea what I'm doing, but I'm doing it anyway.

It's my long-held belief that there are only two people in art that truly matter.

There's the creative individual and the person experiencing it, and everything else is

an artificial

filter. Thanks for letting me share this with you guys with no filters whatsoever.

Thanks for tuning in for part two of our conversation with Phil Kaufman. I'd like to remind

everybody to stop by his website at p hk-a-u-f.com and pick up a copy of his book it's really really worth reading now

let's go back to phil's living room in east nashville tennessee and pick up the conversation

right where we left off There's a little connection there in that Frank's tour manager, Ronda, killed himself in Las Vegas.

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